Yes..... I said this to my sister.
She had gotten some really great news and was super excited bbbuuuttttt she was about to tell someone that no matter how well meaning was going to bring her down from a well deserved high. I told her " L, Don't poop on your own parade!"
We all need those happy days. The days when it seems like everything is going right and nothing can stop you now. (Cue hokey soundtrack now.)There are so many days that are not exciting, joyful,all about hope and happiness that when you have one...for god sakes..... don't tell anyone who is going to poop all over it!
So maybe keep it to yourself until the awesome high is fading, then brace yourself, and tell that
person. Knowing full well , they are not going to share your joy.
Just smile and hold that happiness inside while they try to strip it
away ( not knowing, of course)
However, that negative voice can even be yourself. I read somewhere once that if we though of that mean voice as an actual person, we wouldn't let them talk to us like that. I try to remember that when I get down on myself but life happens and sometimes that negative voice wins.
Either way ladies....Just don't poop on your own parade!!
This has been another Entirely Emily P.S.A.
What is the Gunny Sack -Making the world Cuter -Debbie Doo -DIY Show Off
DIY Shop - Lines Across My Face -I should be mopping the Floor
Great Fun 4 Kids
How to Nest For Less - Tip Junkie - My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia -The Kurtz Corner
Sugar Bee - Romance On A Dime - Debbie Does Creations - Funky Polka Dot Giraffe
The Winthrop Chronicles
Thrifty Home - Someday Crafts - Sew Much Ado
- Junk in Their Trunk - Southern Lovely -SNAP
Beyond the Picket Fence -
Somewhat Simple -
Live Laugh Rowe
Loving this Crazy Life -
The Shabby Cottage
The Taylor House- House of Hepworths
Two In Diapers-Mommy Brain Mixer
Naptime Crafters - Stay At Home Nation
Young and Crafty - My Turn(ForUs)
Here Comes the Sun
Six Sister's Stuff
Cheerios and Lattes
Natasha in Oz -Say G'Day
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
|Yep...that's my Rosie the riveter. That's my ticket to the gun show right there.|
I feel a shift happening in my life.
I was raised to be a good, kind, polite, whatever-you -want kind of person. And for the most part those are all good things. Until you lose yourself somewhere in between.
I have always wanted people to say " Oh that Emily. She is such a nice person." So I did everything I could so that no one could ever come back and say anything otherwise.
But I have noticed as I get older and especially since I had kids.......... I'm tired of it. I'm tired of always not saying something or doing something solely for the benefit of someone else. I kinda feel like I've been censoring myself my whole life.
I'm not going to go all out and take the filter completely off ( because I know some of those people and I don't like them either). But I've been finding out that I need to stand up for myself and especially my kids.
There are a few people in our lives that think they can do whatever they want, say whatever they want to me or my family. And normally, I would be very uncomfortable with it but just stand there and smile because I didn't want to be a B. And my hubby hates, with a capital H, confrontation so he will never say anything to anyone to avoid a fight. So I feel like now, it's up to me. I'm not a doormat anymore and that, my friends, is going to ruffle a lot of feathers.
You know what? .... Dang it.... I'm stronger than this. This is my life and my family. And to H with anyone who's in my way now!
( Kelly Clarkson's " Stronger" is now my new official internal theme song..BTW)
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Have you all seen the movie " Mean Girls" with Lindsay Lohan? I hate to say but I love it. And I do because it is a comedy, Tina fey is in it, and it's the kinda conclusion you wish scenarios like this would have. The mean girls figure out that it's wrong and learn their lessons. We all know that doesn't happen.
I have had my share of time with "mean girls" in my life. I would have to say grade school was the worst for me. They were down right cruel. My hair, my clothes, my glasses, what I watched, what I read, what I drew......everything was fair game.
There was one in 6th grade, I think, and we were having a battle of the two 6 grade classrooms. We had to decorate our door with some kind of design and it was a top secret. So I go into the bathroom one day and R is there. She is a girl I that I have known since I was little. We played together since we could walk. She comes up to me backs me up into stall door and says " What are you guys doing to your door? " " I'm can't tell you." " If you don't , I'll tell everyone we played my little ponies last year." I couldn't remember if that was true or not but I was mortified because people already made fun of me as it was. So I spilled the beans and prayed no one would find out it was me and hate me anyway. She didn't have to do that. She used what I thought was our joint past/friendship against me to shame me into something. I never really trusted or talked to her again.
And then there was K. She made it her personal goal in life to laugh/point fingers at me whenever she could. She pants-ed me twice in gym class. I finally learned to really knot my shorts after the first time.( And not to buy flowered underwear :) )The thing is I never did anything to her. Why did I deserve that? I'm sure if I asked her why or if she knew she really tortured me, she would have no idea. And probably say she never did those things. That 's just as sad.
The high school mean girls were just too busy with the boys /hair/clothes/social lives to bother me too much. They just used me for pens, loose leaf paper, and tried to get answers from me.
Now in my thirties...the mean girls are older,wiser, and better able to cloak their meanness in false flattery and just plain old stabbin' you in the back when you aren't around. Didn't their mommas love them enough? Don't they have anything better to do like...I don't know...raise their kids?
I look at my daughters and wish I could spare them this kind of pain. I know they are going to have mean girls in their lives. I hope they can deal with better than I did. I don't know how to tell them to deal with it because I STILL don't know how to deal with it. I already see myself in K. She's so trusting and thinks everyone likes her even when the other kids decide to play keep away from K without telling her. She's so blissfully ignorant. I hope she keeps that just enough to not let things like that bother her. I want to tell them to not let it bother them because they won't have to deal with them forever but that's not true. And going to public school , there's the chance that they may have to deal with them for 14 years..YIKES. I always think I should tell them to tell themselves....(see below)
Thursday, March 22, 2012
She's like a frenemy but worse because kids are involved. Learn to spot them before they spot you :) This has been a pubic service announcement.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Our spot is our dining room table. It just collects everything. The mail gets put there, any bags of stuff we buy gets put there, Library books go there, stuff that needs attention (ironically) goes there, stuff K doesn't want S to get goes there, my camera stays there, stuff that doesn't necessarily have a home goes there until we figure out where it goes or we can't see the top of the table at all.
ARGGHH!!(channeling Charlie Brown there)
Sometimes if people are coming over and I need to clean ASAP, the stuff goes into bags and shoved somewhere until they leave.
But life just happens and I can't keep up with it. I just don't think you can get by without some spot in your house where you can dump stuff. I know some people have a bin or a basket or a box but that's still a dumping spot. If any of you can do it... please.... tell me how to make it stop.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
That being said....Parties are nothing without the people that you invite. When I was little and up until a few years ago, primarily, you would send out paper invites about a month in advance to your friends telling them that you were having a party and you wanted them to be there. You asked if they could please give you a call on your house phone and let you know. Sometimes you would even put regrets only so that only the people that knew they couldn't make it had to respond.
Now most of the time we send "evites" or emails. All anyone has to do is hit a button that says yes or no. They don't have to even call you. There is no awkward interactions or excuses that need to be made. There really should be no hurt feelings even.
So explain to me why people can't even be bothered to hit one of those little buttons? Say you are trying to get a head count for a party you are having out and about that is number sensitive or you are having it at home and wondering if an extra family of five is coming and you need another 20 dollar sandwiches. And all they have to do is.....hit......the.....button!
I have certain people in my life that do this quite often and some I know to expect it from. It doesn't make it any less annoying but you kinda live with it. I just wish I could understand. I know sometimes it could be because they truly are that busy or they forget but every time, really? I want to stop inviting them all together but its not that simple. Just hit the button folks. Just pick one and click on it. Make a decision.....Please!